Chapter 90. This Is The First Time Velora Getting Thrusted In Her Private Part...**

Chapter 90: 90. This Is The First Time Velora Getting Thrusted In Her Private Part...**

My fingers found that spot again... the one that had sent her into that first, earth-shattering climax, and I pressed against it with deliberate, agonizing slowness.

"Nnh—ah!—darling—ahhh!" Her body arched against mine, her tits bouncing with the force of her renewed arousal and the sounds she made.

Those low, rumbling purrs that started in her chest and vibrated through her entire body... filled the room like a living thing.

The kiss broke slowly, our lips parting with a wet, reluctant sound as I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

Velora was a wreck, and I mean it literally because of how beautiful, utterly wrecked she is right now.

Especially her lips, looking all swollen and glistening, and her golden eyes wide and dark with pupils that had swallowed every last trace of iris. She looked like she’d been through a war.

Well... She lowkey had.

I let my hand slide out from between her thighs, and the sound was almost obscene... a wet, heavy schlick as three fingers emerged coated in her slick, dripping with the evidence of what I’d just done to her.

Velora let out a shuddering breath, her legs still trembling, and her pussy still twitching with aftershocks that she couldn’t control.

"Velora," I said, my voice low and steady.

I sat up, and the candlelight caught the sweat on my bare chest. "Rest your back against the wall."

"Sit on the edge of the bed... and make sure to put your hands behind your head!"

It wasn’t a request. More like my first order that I delivered with the calm authority of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

Her ears twitched. Her tail flicked once and twice.

For a moment, that warrior’s pride flickered behind her eyes... the instinct to resist, to maintain control. But then she looked at my face, and something in her expression softened.

She shifted, sliding off the bed to sit on its edge, and leaned her back against the cool stone wall.

She raised her arms, lacing her fingers behind her head, exposing the full, magnificent length of her body to me.

Her massive tits were flushed pink, her nipples still hard and glistening, and her stomach rippling with shallow breaths.

"Good girl," I murmured.

Then I stood.

I reached down and unbuckled my belt, letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud. My pants followed.

And then I stepped out of them, and the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Velora’s eyes dropped... and stayed there.

Her mouth opened. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black.

A sound escaped her that I could only describe as a strangled, half-strangled ’oh.’

"What—" she started, then stopped.

She blinked once. And then twice.

Her gaze traced the length of it with the kind of expression usually reserved for a catastrophic natural disaster.

It was impossible... I knew that.

But she was living it.

My cock was... even by my own standards... an anomaly. Well, it has been fucking lots of women in the previous life.

It was thick as a wrist, dark as the rest of my skin, veined like a topographical map of some alien landscape, and long.

It hung heavy and half-hard at first, then slowly began to stir and rise as the blood rushed in, lengthening and thickening until it stood proud, a dark, meaty sword of flesh that seemed to defy the laws of biology.

Velora had read the biology textbooks.

She’d studied them at the Pantherkin Academy and memorized the diagrams of beastman reproductive anatomy.

She knew what a large cock looked like on paper... the exaggerated illustrations, the anatomical cross-sections. But this... this was not a diagram.

This was real... This was here. And it was bigger than anything she’d ever seen on paper, or in any of her vivid, guilt-ridden fantasies.

What’s even more surprising for her is that it’s coming from a human.

’This is going to hurt,’ her mind whispered with clinical certainty. ’This is going to hurt so much.’

’And then... and then it won’t.’

"Velora," I said, watching the conflict play out across her face. "Look at me."

She raised her gaze to mine, and her lips were trembling.

"Leon... what—" Her voice cracked.

She swallowed hard. "What kind of... human are you?"

I chuckled softly. "The kind that’s going to take care of you."

"The kind that’s going to make you feel things you didn’t think were possible... and the kind that’s going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing."

I stepped between her thighs, and she instinctively spread them wider, her knees parting on either side of me.

The heat radiating from her pussy was almost palpable... she was still drenched from what I’d just done to her, her slickness pooling on the seat beneath her.

I brought my cock to her entrance, and the moment the broad, blunt tip pressed against her swollen folds, Velora’s breath hitched. Her hips flinched... just slightly, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Don’t move," I commanded, and my voice had that edge again... the one that cut through her resistance like a blade. "I can feel how slick you are, darling."

"You’re practically begging for this, and make it just stay still."

"I’m trying—nnngh—I’m trying, but it’s—"

I took the tip of my cock and slapped it against her entrance with a firm, deliberate smack that sent a jolt of sensation through her entire body.

The sound was wet and sharp in the quiet room.

"Ah—ahhh!" Velora’s head snapped back against the wall.

Her thighs clenched, and even her tail lashed. "Leon! What the fuck—"

"That’s just the tip," I said, and my smile was dark and patient. "You looked like getting stabbed by a sword, darling."

I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance and held it there... not pushing, just there, letting the broad, warm surface of it press against her swollen, throbbing folds.

She could feel every vein, every ridge, and every degree of heat. The sheer size of it was overwhelming, pressing against her like a weight she couldn’t ignore.

"It’s—it’s so big," she whispered, her eyes still closed, her jaw tight. "I can feel... I can feel all of it, and I’m not even—ah—I’m not even inside yet, and I can feel it."

"Good," I said. "That means you’re paying attention."

I pushed.

Slowly... while staring at her terrified face...

Inch by... inch.

The moment the head of my cock breached her entrance, Velora’s body went rigid, not the voluntary tension of her earlier orgasms, but something deeper, and something instinctive.

Her pussy walls, still swollen and sensitive from what I’d done to her, gripped the tip of my cock with a desperate, almost painful tightness.

The entrance was small... too small, her mind screamed, and yet I could feel it yielding, the slick walls parting around me with a reluctant, protesting creak that I felt more than heard.

"Nnh—nnngh—" Velora’s teeth were gritted so hard I could hear them grinding.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her entire body was vibrating with the effort of not flinching. "Leon... stop... stop..."

"I’m not stopping," I said, and I pushed another inch.

A strangled sound tore from her throat—a noise that was equal parts pain and something else, something darker and deeper that she didn’t have a name for yet.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, and her pussy walls clenched around me so hard I could feel the individual muscles firing in a desperate, confused rhythm.

"Ssh," I murmured, pressing my forehead against hers, my breath warm against her skin. "I know it hurts... I know."

"But you’re doing so well, darling. So good for you first time, and so... just breathe for me."

She was breathing—but it was the breathing of someone drowning. Shallow, rapid, desperate.

Her chest rose and fell in short, jagged bursts, and her hands... still behind her head were trembling so violently that her fingers were shaking against each other.

"It’s—ah—it’s so thick," she wheezed, her eyes fluttering open.

The pain in them was real sharp, bright, and undeniable, but behind it, beneath it, I could see something else.

Something she didn’t understand yet. Something that was already beginning to take root.

"It’s—nnngh—it’s bigger than I’ve ever imagined—ahhh!"

I pushed again... Another inch.

The sound she made this time was different—higher, sharper, a keening cry that tore through the room like a blade.

Her body arched off the bed, her back pressing flat against the stone wall, and for one terrible, beautiful moment, her entire body was taut as a bowstring.

I could feel it. I could feel the barrier—the thin, taut membrane of her hymen, still intact, and still guarding the last threshold between her and me.

It was resisting, stretching, and fighting against the impossible girth of my cock with everything it had.

I could feel it like a drumhead beneath my fingers... taut, trembling, and ready to break.

"You’re almost there, darling," I whispered, and my voice was a caress, a promise, a prayer. "Just a little more... I’ve got you."

"I’ve got all of you, and now... Just let me in."

Her eyes met mine, and in them, I saw it... the exact moment when the pain and the pleasure collided, when the fear and the desire became indistinguishable, when the warrior and the woman became one thing... a creature of pure, unfiltered want.

"Okay," she breathed, so softly I almost missed it. "Okay, darling... Do it."

And I pushed.